As the air began to nip at your nose and the holidays came around, you realized this would be the Doctor's first Christmas not saving the world from total destruction!

He claimed to love the holiday, but it became clear to you that he wasn't as familiar with it as he thought he was. It was an Earth tradition anyways, it wasn't like he was raised to know how it worked.

You'd dragged him out of the house (making sure he was bundled up and safe from the snow) to go shopping for some gifts. He held onto your hand tightly as you two maneuvered through the crowd at the shopping outlet.

"So, what are some gifts you'd like?" He asked. "Is it like food, or...?" He trailed off, scratching around his ear.

"Not food, that's for the feast," you explained, "something that I'd like, you know? Think like it's my birthday, and you want to get me something special. But more than one thing." You continued.

"So, a few necklaces? You liked the necklace I got you for your birthday." Oh, goodness he was clueless. You chuckled.